Perfectly flawed
Everyone travels down their own road,
Ours intersected.
Or so I’m told
Why do the ones you want,
Leave
The ones you don’t want,
Stay?
You ask,
So it could never be one agonizing over his/her choices in life and ponder whether or not they are making the right decisions?
You ask,
I Ponder.
Yes I say.
But don’t dwell
Dwelling only keeps you from moving forward.
Not one cloudy day with you,
And it rained the whole time.
We were perfect,
In all our flaws
That was
The true beauty
Of it all
Everyone travels down their own road,
Ours intersected.
Or so I’m told
Why do the ones you want,
Leave
The ones you don’t want,
Stay?
You ask,
So it could never be one agonizing over his/her choices in life and ponder whether or not they are making the right decisions?
You ask,
I Ponder.
Yes I say.
But don’t dwell
Dwelling only keeps you from moving forward.
Not one cloudy day with you,
And it rained the whole time.
We were perfect,
In all our flaws
That was
The true beauty
Of it all
Copyright © 2007. James Velez
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